Today I felt like crying. I suppose it was only a matter of time before that feeling set in. What triggered it, you ask? I had just texted my parents, brother, and sister about setting up a teleconference call for…
Category: Birds & Bees
“You Know You’re A Parent When” (Sabrina Style)
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone! ☘️ In keeping with my “positively happy” theme, I thought it would be fun to write a “you know you’re a parent when” blog based on some of my experiences. A little levity in this…
My Sweet, Sweet Care-A-Lot
Since Lent began more than two weeks ago, I’ve been sitting at this computer fine-tuning a blog post about positivity and silver linings. You know, as part of my Lenten sacrifice. But who the hell am I kidding? It felt…
Do-Do It Again, Daddy
I recently discovered—over breakfast no less—that my husband has been teaching our kids the “diarrhea” song. You know the one: When you’re sliding into first With your pants about to burst Diarrhea, diarrhea When you’re riding in your Chevy And…
How The Essence Of A Book Sparked A Bond With My Daughter
I love the smell of books. It’s a bit of an obsession, really, and one I’ve had for as far back as I can remember. It doesn’t end at books, either. Magazines, newspapers, pamphlets, day planners, catalogs, you name it.…
The Hard—And Scary—Side Of Parenting
Sometimes as a parent, we’re faced with unbelievably difficult (and often unthinkable) situations that both test and age us. My husband and I had one of those moments last night. But let me start from the very beginning. In early…
Schooled By A Preschooler
Two nights ago, I overheard my daughter consoling my son and something she said to him was like a punch in my gut. He had gotten in trouble because he was climbing on our end table and knocked a lamp…
Words Of “Wisdom” For My Daughter
My daughter’s vocation in this life is quickly becoming clear. The other day she came bouncing into the room wearing an over-the-shoulder baby carrier, with her precious Valerie nestled against her chest. My daughter loves that doll more than anything…
Perfectly Imperfect Siblings
It’s amazing how just three short years ago, my daughter thought of my son as a pariah who was not to be trusted, engaged, cuddled, loved. At least that’s how it seemed back then. I don’t think about that time…
Holding On To A Memory
My son is fascinated with my elbow. I have no idea why, but I know it started around the time he turned 18 months (he will be 3 in December), when we began potty training. For some reason, my elbow…